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Oct 2022
I could look through the greenest fields
and I could search all of the golden beaches
I could fight in the wars
Put out official statementsβ€”or speeches

I could turn each single stone
and go through every dusty attic
Until the end of time
when the world becomes static

But I will never find another
who I would want more than you
Because even without you under my sun
you still paint my skies blue
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
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